Price:
How come you were so sure Manfredi and Johnson wouldn't get out of the forest?
Sefton:
I wasn't so sure. I just liked the odds. What's that crack supposed to mean?
Price:
They're lying dead out there in the mud and I'm trying to find out how come.
Sefton:
I'll tell you how come. Because you, our security officer, said it'd be safe.
[to Hoffy]
Sefton:
And you, the barracks chief, gave them the green light. That's how come. What are you guys trying to prove, anyway? Cuttin' trap doors, digging tunnels.
Duke:
Listen, Sefton...
Sefton:
You listen to me! What do you think the chances are of gettin' out of here? And let's say you make it to Switzerland. Let's say to the States. So what? They ship you out to the Pacific, slap you in another plane, and you get shot down again. Only this time you wind up in a Japanese prison camp. That is if you're lucky. Well, I'm no escape artist. Cigar, Cookie. You can be the heroes, the guys with fruit salad on your chest. Me, I'm stayin' put. And I'm gonna make myself as comfortable as I can. And if it takes a little trading with the enemy to get me some food or a better mattress, that's okay by Sefton.
Duke:
[Sefton lights a match on his jacket sleeve]
Why, you crud. This war's gonna be over someday. Then what you do you think we'll do to Kraut-kissers like you?
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